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Coolzey
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Mentality
Hold the phone.
Coming out the dial tone of the regular rap is a musical milestone.
So why settle for less when the best is coming at you, side-stepping through the mess.
So raise your hands if you're tired of egotistical cokeheads.
The jokes dead.
Hooray for the mystical madman studying books and taking notes on a legal pad.
Crooks get the decoy.
I enjoy making them mad like shaking up an ant farm.
I inject intellect into a fans arm.
I inflict X amount of damage and I manage to ravage rhyme books and cut them up like cabbage.
I don't play video games or waste times.
I like to make beats, meditate, motivate and write rhymes.
Five times a day I get disgusted by a mediocre rapper that couldn't cut the mustard.
To be brief, the booty rhymes that you busted, if they was a bike they would be in the creek rusted and missing a wheel.
What's the deal?
Where's your motivation?
You want money and fame.
It's just a game.
Take women for instance.
The minute that you stop sweating them, man, you'll be getting them.
But I'm not letting them get into my head.
I just put them in the bed and then I proceed to petting them.
Beats: I'm setting them up for target practice.
Put the bottle on the fence, get the twenty-two and blast it.
Smashing the glass.
It's the last rap classic.
I'm lost in America.
The area's massive and jam packed with bastards blocking up my path.
It makes me go grab the twenty-two of MIller then max.
Program the tracks.
Put the pen to the paper.
No time for love, Dr.
Jones.
I'm sifting through stacks.
And this is my secret technique because I always speak with mentality.
It's the classical gas.
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I got another hall pass.
I rocked a house party then I got a little ass.
I took out the trash because my house smelled.
I clang an MC's head like a motherfucking cowbell.
Now telling stories and drinking forties in the dark.
In summertime you see my ass running through the park and falling in the creek with my clothes on and crawling back home to get my motherfucking flows on.
You see that?
It just goes on and on like life.
So quit trying to hold on to the side of my boat as it floats past.
No you can't have my change.
Im trying to feed my own ass and you know that so why are you asking?
I'm just kicking back and trying to be relaxing because life is taxing and so is the government.
But you know I had to keep my fans loving it.
I'm straight rubbing it up in the faces of anyone that's trying to say that Coolzey's racist.
And I'm not fucking scared of no gun either.
I'm handling my business like a man hand to hand.
But I'm not trying to start any beef until an MC feels the need to show me that his fucking head is empty.
And I'm not trying to be paranoid but I plan to make riches so I must avoid the Noid trying to take the cheese from my pizza pie.
If hip hop cames from the streets well that's fine.
But now it comes out of my mouth and that of others with like minds.
If you search for us then you might find that the key to be free is to want it.
Let me tell you a secret, man.
Your house is haunted and the ghost is you.
So what am I supposed to do?
Search for a posse of the chosen few or just hold my brew a little tighter?
Fuck the 'either/or', man.
I'm a lover and a fighter, party igniter, rap-rhyme exciter.
Dropping rhyme rations from a hang-glider.
Even when I'm sloppy drunk my rhymes sound tighter.
Dropping science like a hot potato Ore-Ida.
The easy rider might pull an all-nighter.
Checking my web for MCs like a spider.
And this is my secret technique because I always speak with mentality.
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